This is a song about "God made weed"

I need to beat

Put up and smoke that weed,

Diploma ill smiling like momma we made it. i swear to god im so hot

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Thought life was dull but weed made it bright instead

I’m way harder than the concrete

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Indubitably i'm too street

Who substituted for this weed

Made from god himself, but i still get digression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin